For decades, we in the West have undertaken the postmodern initiative of softening language. Cripples became handicapped and are now differently abled. Those who can’t hear went from deaf to hearing impaired; the blind are presently sight-challenged. The language changes but the conditions remain the same. For example, a sight-challenged chap is no less blind in 2025 than he would have been before the fall of Soviet Communism, but don’t dare call him blind. But what about us bald guys? Why have we been omitted from the doctrine of political correctness? A “follicle challenged” guy was dubbed “bald” before the McCarthy hearings, throughout the Watergate scandal, The Iran/Contra affair, 9/11, and Covid. You name the era, and some poor hairless sonofabitch has gotten stuck with the label “bald.” Well, on behalf of all bald men, I’m here to let everyone know that God, in his infinite wisdom, only created a few perfect heads, the rest he covered with hair, and that from now on, you can all refer to me respectfully as “Mr. Smooth.” Indeed, that’s how I describe myself and wish to be addressed. Now, if you would all summon your sultriest voice and sing along with me the parody: I’m too sexy for my dome; I never need a comb; I never need a C – O – M – B.
Happy Monday, everyone, from yours truly, Mr. Smooth, formally known as the bald blogger!
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